Weyr Life Drabbles: Prompt word #63: "Summer"
Summer had never seemed further away, Rahnis thought, shoveling another drift of snow out of Alaireth's weyr and over the edge of the ledge. By her reckoning, it was almost noon - late enough to turn every dragon on the Weyr's rim golden in the sunlight. The ground-level weyrs hadn't seen any sun in weeks, but she supposed she should be glad that it was shining at all. No more snow for a few days... just the biting cold instead. She could freeze in place here in the High Reaches, forever unchanging, waiting for a summer that would never come again.
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